CREAK
Summary:
The door was slightly open ajar. Creatures of darkness came pouring out from the rifts and from the Eluvian Mirrors. All of them coming after Inquisitor Lavellan. His life filled with terror and danger, now he must close that first door to end the madness. Attempt at HORROR.
Disclaimer: I do not own the Dragon Age Series
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Chapter 1:
The door was slightly open ajar
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Creak…
It echoed; the sound of a forbidden door was slowly opening with the loudest, eerie creak. It was as if that door was sealed tight for a reason, and for the longest time it was never disturbed…until now. The coldest chills ran down the Inquisitor's spine when he stopped walking.
Where was he? He wondered.
He was walking across a stone bridge inside a cavern that was nothing but pitch black darkness. The only light that lit the way where the wisps of the ancient priests of Mythal surrounding the elf as he walked further and further in to see what was on the other side.
And on the other side was where the noise of the creak came.
Lavellan's pace slowed down when he saw the bridge was ending in front of an old, dilapidated temple with no markings or statues to indicate whom it belonged, or who/what it worshipped.
What made him stop was a familiar bald–headed elf standing in front of the unknown temple's door.
His eyes widened. "Solas? …Solas!"
He called. He tried to call, but the elf didn't seem to hear him at all. Lavellan started running to him only to stop when he reached the end of the bridge.
Something was strange of Solas. He was releasing smoke everywhere around him, and it started to form around him into the shape of a wolf. If he didn't know any better, it would seem as if the Dread Wolf was upon him.
The slightly opened door in front of Solas began to open wider and wider.
All Lavellan could only see darkness beyond that door, but something else… something that made his guts wrench horribly. A gust of wind charged out from the darkness, passing them all, and the stench of rotting corpse and dry blood filled the air.
What was this?
The elf's eyes widened when he saw Solas walking right into the darkness.
"Stop! Solas!" He called out, but his cry fell into deaf ears. He wanted to run over to him so he could grab him and pull him back, but his feet wouldn't move. And so, his hand reached out as if he was right in his grasp…
Solas walked through right into the darkness and the temple door slammed shut.
Lavellan lowered his hand and the wisps began to whisper to him.
Leave. Now.
You cannot be here.
You have to go.
They will kill you.
CREEEEEAAAAAKKK…! Lavellan gasped from the sound that jolted him from his frozen spot. He looked up at the temple door again.
The door was slightly open ajar.
Too late.
A menacing claw reached out from the darkness and gripped the door as a black mist slithered out.
Wake up.
WAKE UP.
WAKE UP!
Lavellan shot forward, sitting up immediately. He looked around frantically, seeing that he was back in his chamber. He heard a soft groaned and he looked down to see his lover, Dorian, sleeping peacefully. Was it all just a dream?
He never had a dream such as that before. Usually, he would have dreams of demons trying to take over his mind. This was different, way different.
Creak…
That slight sound stiffened him to fear and his eyes were wide and alert, looking around for whatever made that noise. Was it his bedroom door? The wardrobe closet? The doors to the balcony? He couldn't be losing his mind over that one sounds, can he?
Wind blew in from the open windows, causing the flames in the fireplace to wither.
He let out a sigh and he could see the air he breathe out was so visible. Was it that cold here?
Scratch… scratch, scratch…
He shook Dorian's shoulder. "Dorian… Dorian!"
"Nnnnggg… What is it, Amatus?" The mage groaned, asking as he snuggled closer into the warm sheets unaware of the shadows slithering underneath their bed.
Scratch, scratch, scratch…!
Lavellan flinched at the rapid sound and Dorian only groaned again.
"And Maker, what is that noise…?"
"Ma'vhenan, I think there's something––HERE!"
Lavellan's sudden shout caused Dorian to scramble up. Something had grabbed the elf from his ankle and pulled him hard, right out from the bed. Whatever it was, it slammed him right on to the desk, breaking it. He groaned in pain from the violent impact, and he could definitely feel one or two of his ribs broken.
Not only that, but his ankle was dislocated.
SCRATCH! SCRATCH! SCRATCH!
"AMATUS!"
Dorian was on his feet, his hand filled with fire as he searched for the enemy. He could not see it. Then he felt something cold like winter's grasp tightened around his ankle, and before he knew it he was flung right across the room, hitting the end table in the corner.
"Dorian!" Lavellan tried to get up, but the monster grabbed him again by his wounded ankle and started dragging him out from his room.
The elf could still hear his lover screaming for him as the thing dragged him down the stairs fiercely. Bruises would be forming from such rough handling, especially at how fast this unknown creature was going at. It was too dark; he really couldn't see what was pulling him.
He had just about enough of this and before the monster could drag him even further into the throne hall, his hand reached out and sent a lightning bolt…
The creature cried aloud from the pain before he threw the Inquisitor away like a rag doll, sending him flying over the mess hall's table, hitting the stone wall.
"Inquisitor!"
"What is that thing!?"
"Does it matter?! Kill it––EUGH!"
Lavellan's head was pounding and spinning. He could feel the blood trickling down his left temple. Shit. This can't be happening. He looked over, his hazy vision blocked from the chairs, but he saw a glimpse of the creature that took him…
It was unlike any demon they had ever faced. The very presence of it caused all the torches to flicker, thus causing darkness to spread. It was a creature of shadows with eyes burning red, wearing a black cloak. Tendrils came out from its body as one of it shot out so fast, it stabbed one of the guard's heart, killing him instantly.
Then a burst of flames hit the creature. It squealed and its' attention turned to Dorian.
NO!
Lavellan forced himself to get up, fearing his lover's life. He pushed himself up with the table's support, despite his dislocated ankle and broken ribs.
"D–Dorian…!"
Luckily, before the creature would stab Dorian, an arrow zipped by, hitting it right through the creature's skull.
It screeched before it disappeared like smoke. The arrow dropped to the ground.
"HA! Snuffed it!"
The room lit up again once its presence stopped interfering with the flames. Momentarily, there was peace in the throne hall.
"Amatus!" Dorian called again and he was running towards the elf. "Are you alright?"
At first, Lavellan thought it was over, but then the flames flickered out instantly. A scream coming from the Red Jenny Elf was heard, and he didn't had time to look when he already saw Sera flying across the room, hitting right at Dorian. They both collided unto each other and both of them fell to the stone floor hard.
"Dorian! Sera!" Lavellan tried to limp over to them but stopped when he felt those tendrils grabbing his leg again.
NOT AGAIN!
Complete darkness reigned the area as the creature grabbed him once more––his entire left leg this time and started dragging him again. This time, it dragged him through the gardens, making him scrape through dirt.
Then, it brought him into the room where the Morrigan's Eluvian resided.
The Inquisitor managed to grab on the door way as the creature went through the Eluvian mirror–––the corrupted Eluvian mirror. It was black now and oozing out liquid unknown to him. He gripped the door way tighter when the tendrils kept pulling him and pulling him…
I–I can't..!
His grip slipped from the door way and he felt instant terror, knowing wherever it was taking him, he would be dead, or worse.
"BOSS!"
Giant hands grabbed him in time, but Bull too was pulled forward; he wasn't enough to stop the thing from pulling him. Then, more hands reached out, grabbing Lavellan and started pulling him away from the mirror–––or at least stopping it from pulling him in any further. Lavellan kicked frantically at the tendril, trying to make it let go of him but to no avail.
"Hold on, Amatus!" Dorian grunted as he gripped his lover tightly as he, Bull, and Sera pulled harder and harder, but it wouldn't budge. Instead, it was pulling them closer to the mirror…
Then, Cassandra ran around them, running straight to the mirror and with the weight of her blade, she swung it down right on the mirror, smashing it.
The mirror was smashed and a million pieces scattered on the ground.
The tendril disappeared, releasing Lavellan, and all four of them tumbled back, landing hard on the ground. They all were panting from the running, the fighting, and the panic they all felt enduring this whole ordeal.
Lavellan was still slightly shaking and Dorian had to hold him close, providing the warmth and comfort that the elf needed.
It was over.
For now.
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